Monday, September 20, 2010

    Timmy waited months and months for the red full moon until it finally rose in sky and tinted the night with a crimson shadow. 
    Then, he penetrated the dense pitch-black forest in quest of the crowned eagle's nest. Once he found it, perched on the tallest tree of the woodland, he flew to the shelter with the golden acorn in his beak and planted it in his heart. 
    This way, he would grow as strong as the most solid oak tree and as valiant as the most intrepid bird of prey to have ever lived in that forest.    

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